(verse 1) Gimme back my heroes. Gimme back those men. Gimme back my country. WHERE THE HELLU HAVE ALL YALL BEEN!? I could blame it on the young folks. Thats low hangin fruit. I could blame it on a lot of things but Im a blame it all on you. See it gave you platform. Steppin on a whole race. Tie his ass to a stop sign. Let em all straight punch him, dead ass in his mullet wearing face. (Chorus) Morgan Wallen you a Bitch. And you know that its true. Go to any gas station. See a dude like you. Dime a dozen ass hair cut. That was never even cool. Hope you got your notebook boy bout take your fake back to school. (Back to the OLD SCHOOL!) (Verse 2) Sick of being stuck on repeat. All damn day long. Its like the radio DJ, has a handful of songs. Aint trying to be a hater. But lets call it what it is. We are all looking for country and brother this surely aint fucking it. Its a damn fucking pop song. With a country guise. Given to us with a big bow, wrapped up in a whole bunch of lies. I, Get so damn pissed off. The whole world done went mad. If this is now country, this country can KISS MY ASS! (CHORUS) (BRIDGE) I dont think all hope is lost. I hear it the background. With Colter, Tyler, Zach, Shooter, all still hanging around! (Chorus) (Outro) My country tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I see, that Morgan Wallen, you a Bitch!

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